Adventures in Terror…

I was just flipping through some of my documents folders and came across the mock-Fangoria cover I did for a section that got cut out of Adventures in Terror: Mostly the 1980s, and ended up being re-worked and published in Apex Magazine.

I love this cover – one of my favorites. And I still love Adventures in Terror; it’s a better book than Sewerville, in my not-objective opinion, and I wish more people bought it. But alas, more people did not buy it, which is why the sequel to Sewerville will come out a lot sooner than the sequel to Adventures in Terror.

Maybe I had too much of myself in it, I don’t know. Sometimes as a writer, you can get too close to things. Or, maybe I just didn’t know how to sell it. It could probably use a better title, one that better evokes the spirit of the book, which is much more Steven Spielberg-Stranger Things–Something Wicked This Way Comes than it is horror. It’s not scary. It wasn’t meant to be scary. It was meant to be a book about growing up in the hills with ghosts, and it’s just that. I’m glad.

From ADVENTURES IN TERROR

“That’s infinity. Possibilities. It’s all things, without an end. It’s space, not time or numbers. It’s the point when everything that COULD happen, HAS happened; it’s not about how long it might take for shit to happen, it’s knowing that shit WILL happen. Guaranteed. Everything that ever was, everything that will be, and everything that ever could be. That's infinity. You get what I'm saying?”

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“The human genome consists of twenty-three pairs of chromosomes,” he said. “Hard to imagine. Only forty-six chromosomes total. Billions and billions of people throughout the centuries, all of them created from different combinations of just those forty-six chromosomes, and the genes they contain. Millions of genes. A lot of genes. An incredible amount, really. But it’s a finite number, you know? Only so many. I studied math in school. I’m a smart person, okay? I know what finite means. It means, not infinite.

“A finite number of chromosomes, a finite number of genes. Only so many possible combinations. I haven’t done the math, it’s a hell of a lot, but only so many. And if there’s only so many, that means sooner or later, a combination will repeat. It has to. Only so many. It’s simple math. Think about it: one day, I can’t say when exactly it’s going to happen but one day, the same exact combination of Trump will happen again. There will be another me, an exact copy of me. Another Trump. Not just any Trump, not one like those little asshole sons of mine Eric and Don Junior. No, I’m talking about Trump with a capital T. The Trump. A perfect replica of me, just as I am, right now. Peak Trump, the sequel. Amazing. How does that make you feel?”